Strange To Be In The Land Of Strangers

Such a sweet mouthful of comfort

to pass by unexplained,

and to wake up unannounced.

I have only had to give up

eating in the morning,

being with people I know

and driving a car.

Once I left home

to reach the destination, A,

going 70 miles per hour,

with the windows down,

and a stupid grin on my face,

so I ask you, I ask you,

how long did it take?